i am in favor of making this holiday the official vitacha. it's barefoot on the wet grass in the morning. this is a family story. this is a bathhouse and barbecue. in a word, not life, but raspberries, i completely agree, when you return from the dacha to the city, you feel fresh, like a cucumber. the main thing is to work in the garden not to get burned and not to return to work, like a red tomato. there is an opinion that builds in order to provide things bought before the king of peas with a worthy old age. but how many beautiful family stories such things keep, you look, for example, at old photographs and you understand what kind of love our grandparents had carrots. love is not a potato, you can't throw it out the window. it's just a pity that the children go to the country, while they believe that they were found in cabbage. and when it gets older to spend time in the garden. it's worse for them. bitter radish, while there is no greater joy for a teenager than parents in the country, but i i am happy to remind you that our studio has a